Before the small scare he got from the taller man, Xu Feng was pondering the accuracy of Xuan Yang's last accusation. Maybe 5'10" wasn't considered short or little, but compared to the growth spurt of the other man, there was at least 6" between them.
To be fair, he was small to Xuan Yang.
Most people were small to Xuan Yang.
But none of that mattered when Xuan Yang seemingly disappeared right in front of his eyes. Normally his reaction wouldn't have been so big, but Xu Feng was just thinking, no hoping, that Xuan Yang would disappear completely.
When he looked up and the other man had really disappeared, a wave of regret washed over him.
Xu Feng could still hear his heart beating in his chest, the sound reverberating in his head. He wasn't okay.
If Xuan Yang really disappeared, Xu Feng could never forgive himself.
He loved him.
He, Xu Feng, loved him, Xuan Yang.
